I did it. I crossed something off of my bucket list. An idea slow-roasting in my mind’s rotisserie for five years has finally come to pass. I died my hair red. Not a natural shade, but rather like Cherry Coke. I’ll call it Roy Rodgers Red.
WHY would I do this to my hair?!?! A breakup? A quarter-life crisis? A gothic phase? An obsession with Ginger Spice?!?
None of the above. (I lied. I love Ginger Spice ;)) But truly, red has always been a color that I gravitate towards. I love that it has ferocity, femininity, spirituality, playfulness, it is rambunctious, and it is eye-catching. It is the stuff of our livelihood; it is flowing through our veins. Nearly 6 years ago, I saw a young woman who had dark cherry locks and I was mesmerized. I had always assumed hair color to be something that should resemble somebody else’s natural, and if it wasn’t natural-looking, then you better be in a multi-million dollar rock band or a cartoon character. The way this woman wore her hair was not in a way that was meant to be either of these things. She remained polished, and womanly as she carried these flaming locks on her head. I took a mental photograph, and let my thoughts keep circulating.
So when I realized I was at a point in my life when the only thing truly stopping me from scratching this bold-colored itch, was myself, I knew I had my work cut out for me. Mastering a bold color like red is like wearing a flashy accessory that I can’t take off. Well okay I could take it off, but I don’t think a little hair dye will be as bad as Britney’s 2007.
What I’m saying is that I needed to have a plan to execute! A bullseye to puncture! A vision to illustrate! Here are some of my favorite hairspirations:
I found myself constantly gravitating towards these bold, yet, surprisingly refined statements of fashion fearlessness. And I heard PeeWee saying
IF YOU LOVE IT SO MUCH WHY DONT YOU MARRY IT?
Okay so I know I’m not going to marry it, PeeWee, but I was coming to the realization that I was watching other people express themselves in a way I felt expressed me! It was, in short, a reality check. What was I waiting for? Why spend any more time, effort, and money to look in the mirror and see a girl who wasn’t executing her plans?
I saw no reason.
It was about more than hair color.
It always is.
But this time it wasn’t a breakup or a rebellion. This time it was a celebration. It is a celebration that I am on my way to making dreams come true, that I am surrounded by supportive people, and that I’m making a promise to myself to never live apologetically. Why apologize, hide, or comply with other’s ideas when I know my pursuits are those of love, passion, and happiness?
So I did it. Here’s a little “before and after”
*shout out to Stephanie, my wonderful friend and the arteeest behind it all 🙂
What I used to look like in my blogging chair:
What I look like now:
Oops I mean:
Something tells me this is going to be fun…..really fun.
…and I think it would take a lot to put out my new flames 😉
^^ Okay I hope I wasn’t the only one who laughed at that.
On behalf of myself and those firemen: happy hump day.
L.O.V.E. Your Hair! We seem to be on the same Red Wave… I loved switching to my dark red last year and now that I am a care-free ex pageant gal I was planning a jump onto the bright red bandwagon at my next appointment!
Girl, your middle name is MOXIE! Luv luv luv it. xx